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[theunsmiling]

Michael pushes through the front door, the sword in her hand vanishing at the moment she registers her change in locale.

It takes another moment for her to push her windblown hair out of her face and tame the too-bright green of her eyes. Then, of course, she moves to the bar for coffee and a newspaper.

It is rather unfortunate that, once she settles down to fill out the crossword, her pen has a tendency to push right through the paper.

Temper will do that.

Ah, well.

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[theunsmiling]

Michael raises both eyebrows.

"And whether or not you have to do it."

[ellectrical]

"It's not the same. People would see I'm not just crazy."

Not just, anyway. And whatever Michael can actually show off, she hasn't done it yet. But no one needs to take Elle's word for it.

"And I like what I am."

it's the only thing about me that's-

[theunsmiling]

"I like what I am, too," Michael says easily.

"It has nothing to do with whether I pretend or not."

[ellectrical]

"People wouldn't not like you for it."

Elle's... guessing.

[theunsmiling]

Michael flicks her fingers again.

"You'd be surprised."

[ellectrical]

As much as she tries to avoid it, Elle can be surprised a lot.

(This, in itself, isn't surprising.)

"I don't care if they don't like it," she answers, instead.

"I care if I - have to do something about it."